Traveling with children.
It’s always a bit stressful, even when they’re no longer toddlers. You still worry that they have everything they might need. Trying not to over pack or overthink it all. For me, its always a struggle. Then the moment of dismay when you realize you’ve forgotten something “essential”.
The Soccer Diva will be 13 next year. I told her she’s doing all her own packing next time. She looked at me like I was crazy. Baby girl still has a way to go. But they did pack their own carry on bag, so we’re half way there…?
Now if they could pay for their own plane tickets…
Baby Girl asked me the other day why parents don’t get Summer vacation too.
I thought it was a valid question.
Who’s idea was it to make the Summer mandatory working months?
Have you no heart?
I could be home every day with the kids, spending money…on the kids
Breaking up fights and cleaning up the mess that they make and refuse to clean themselves
Hearing “Mom…” every five minutes of every day…
Ooohhh…now I get it.
You know that feeling you get when you hear that sound?
The loud crash or bang…
and then silence…
Then someone yelling “MOM!”
You’re moving quickly but all the while hoping that you’re running for no good reason.
Then you get there and someone is holding a part of their body and sometimes there’s no sound, no crying…just silence.
I think I’d rather the crying.
But while one of them explains in a panicked voice what happened…
Usually something they know they shouldn’t be doing…
All you can think to yourself is…I just want to hold you and shake the (fill in the blank) out of you right now.
You check for lumps, bumps, bleeding or signs of a concussion or broken bones.
The relief that comes from knowing that they’re okay is quickly followed by wanting to knock their heads together for being so foolish.
But of course, you’re just happy that they’re okay.
Ya…that’s the feeling.
The new year is now in full swing!
The kids are oh-so-excited to be back at school.
We’ve got another year ahead of us to be the BEST parents we can be!
Woo Hoo! Yeah! We can do this!
Who am I kidding?
Wake me up for Spring vacation…I should be ready by then.
A new year!
We’re so blessed to see a new one.
Another year to watch our children grow into who they are supposed to become.
Another year to grow with them and figure out who we are as parents.
Another year to make mistakes and learn from them.
Another year to check our social media accounts and realize that we’re horrible parents compared to other people.
Another year to forget to pay for the pizza lunches or field trips.
Another year to miss the school council meeting or bring in store bought baked goods when everyone else baked from scratch.
Another year to feel guilty and wonder why you ever thought you could be a parent.
Another year to stay awake nights worrying about your kids for one reason or another.
Another year to remind them that money doesn’t grow on trees.
Another year to say things like “because I SAID so!” and “don’t make me say it twice!”
Another year to pray for them to successfully navigate this thing called LIFE.
Another year to love them unconditionally.
Happy New Year!
So every year like most parents, I am in Back to School mode. Which means shopping…which means new clothes, new shoes, and new school supplies. Backpacks, lunch bags, pencils, pens and on and on.
This year I asked the girls to take inventory of their supplies so that I could avoid what usually happens…duplication of stuff. Of course, after a week of asking, I did it myself. You know what I discovered?
These kids don’t need anything!
Diva Girl is going into grade 6 so I may need to get her a decent calculator and some mechanical pencils. Maybe…
But after organizing all their erasers, sharpeners, pencil crayons, etc into individual Ziploc bags and threatening a life without electronic devices if they fail to maintain order, I’ve decided that I’m not buying anything. Not even new backpacks. The ones from last year are perfectly fine (I washed them). Some of you may be thinking “big deal” but for someone like me and my DH, this is a revolution! We love to shop. Mind you, we still got them new clothes and sneakers.
We’re not monsters.
I know I can’t be the only one to sometimes feel like I’m the rope in a game of tug of war; the cheese in the middle of a sandwich or…I don’t know…someone stuck in the middle of EVERY conflict that happens in our home ALL THE TIME.
Fights between the kids end in “MOMMY!”
Arguments between Daddy and the girls become “Did you see what your daughter did?” and “MOMMY!”
Conflicts between grandparents and the kids…”Your child doesn’t listen!” and “MOMMY!”
Many times before anyone would think to ask how you’re doing.
I’m thinking the person that invented the concept of cloning felt sorry for their mother.
Last week of school!
I think I might cry…
Tears of JOY!
No lunches that don’t get eaten.
No negotiations for “5 more minutes mommy!” Which turns into 10.
No yelling to hurry up and the knowledge that I’m late for work AGAIN.
Yes, I know I will still have to do most of this for summer camp but just let me have this moment. Geez.
Today the girls had a play date with their cousin. I decided to take them to the park near our house. It was like pulling teeth with Diva Girl and her cousin because they wanted to stay inside and play Minecraft. Seriously? Baby Girl and I paid them no mind and got ready to go. They grumbled for a bit but by the time the park was in sight, they had forgotten the video games and made a beeline to the playground. It was cool today, a sign that summer is coming to a close and we were the only ones there for at least twenty minutes. Freeze tag was the game of choice and they proceeded to run and scream and laugh uncontrollably. I was suckered in to being a referee of sorts to ensure that everyone played fair and that Baby Girl didn’t get stuck being ‘it’ all the time, since she is the smallest and sometimes has to work harder to catch the others. After a while, a few other families began to arrive and there was one little boy in particular whose caregiver asked the girls if he could play.
And then there were four…
What I love about children is how open they are to new people, experiences, adventures and so on. Soon they were running and screaming each other’s names. The little boy who was the youngest was jumping and running with the rest. As it is with children when they play so vigorously, there are bound to be some bumps and bruises. Everyone had at least one fall into the wood chips that line the playground area. Baby Girl had a fall that left her in tears and the little boy was quick to offer the services of his dog for comfort (present with the caregiver) and advised her to pet him so that she could feel better.
She was all better after that.
When it was time to go, the little boy said goodbye to them (twice to Baby Girl) and they all yelled ‘bye!’ to him as well.
Summer may be almost over, but beautiful moments can happen any time.
Another birthday has come and gone. Baby girl is now seven years old. Say what now?I guess I really shouldn’t be calling her ‘baby’ but I don’t care…she’s still my little one. I have no more toddlers following me around the house, hugging me with sticky fingers and giving me wet kisses. I look at her and see a blend of the young lady she is becoming and the toddler she once was. Sharp wit in a child that still wants uppies in the morning. She’s a momma’s girl and I’m Ok with that. I’m not ready to let go. I’m still allowed to kiss her in public for goodness sake. I’ve got to milk this thing for all its worth!